Author's Note: Wow, great response to the last chapter. Some of you were asking about if Emily would be able to just stop being a prostitute. Do you really think I would make it that easy? If I wanted to end the story here I would, but I have no intention of doing that ;) So, like I said this one will be Naomi's POV. I feel like I need to do her perspective every few chapters just to get a little insight into what she's feeling. So, on with the story!

After dinner I decided to bring Emily to my favorite place in the world. The park. I was sort of robbed of my childhood, going through things that caused me to grow up very quickly, so I suppose coming to the park makes me feel like a kid again, or some shit like that. There's a specific park around the corner from my house, but I wouldn't dare going there. I settled for a park right near the restaurant we ate at.

Telling Emily that I wouldn't care if she was a prostitute was one of the hardest things I've ever had to do. I would still date her if she decided to keep her job, I would just be constantly jealous. I honestly care more about Emily's happiness than I do about mine, and that's never been the case before. I haven't ever dated another girl before, but that doesn't bother me. It's about the person, not the gender and all that.

Me and Emily are just sitting on the swings talking. I feel like I can tell her anything, my entire life story and how I feel about it. I usually ice people out, pretending I'm invincible. That I have no feelings. Really 'm just insanely scared that if I show too much emotion that people will use that against me, to hurt me. With Emily, it's different. I trust her to take care of my emotions and insecurities, and maybe one day I'll trust her with my heart. It's already happening, I know I'm falling for her, but this time I'm not going to fight it. I'm ready to put the past behind me and be happy.

'So, Naomi.' She says during a comfortable silence, bringing me out of my head. I look up at her. 'Did you mean it when you said you would be okay if I didn't quit my job?' I nod.

'I just want you to be happy.' She looks at me with what I can only describe as awe in her eyes.

'Thank you.' I nod in response. 'That doesn't mean I'm not going to quit because I am. It just might not be very easy.' She notices the confusion on my face and thinks of a way to explain it. 'Well, I have a pimp. I know that sounds ridiculous, but that's actually how it works.' I nod to tell her that I'm following her, when I really just want to laugh at how absurd that sounds. 'My pimp isn't going to be thrilled that I want to quit. In fact, she probably won't let me. I'll have to threaten her with going to the cops or something like that. It could get ugly.'

'Two things. One, she? And two, if you go to the police, won't you be arrested as well for prostitution.'

'Yes, she. Her name is Karen. Don't know her last name. Also, yes. That's why I said threaten to go to the police. Karen's not exactly bright. She probably wouldn't figure that out 'til I was long gone.'

'Oh. Okay then.'

'Yeah, well, are you ready to go home?'

'I suppose.' I stick my hand out for Emily to take and she does, entwining our fingers. I've never been one for hand-holding, but I will never pass up an opportunity to hold Emily's hand.

We arrive home a little bit later. It's too early for bed, so I suggest that we watch a movie. She said yes as long as she gets to pick. I begrudgingly agreed. When I sit down to watch the movie, Emily is standing in front of the DVD player putting the movie in.

'What are we watching?' I ask innocently.

'Not telling.' She says in a sing-song voice.

'What are you, five?'

'You're just bitter.'

'Am not.'

'Who's five now?' I just stay silent with a pout on my face. She came over and bent down so she was level with my face, and surprised me by pecking me on the lips. My mock-pout was replaced with a smile mixed with a look of surprise. 'Don't pout, it doesn't suit you.' She says.

'Why can't you just tell me what it is?'

'Why can't you just wait?'

'Why did you just answer my question with another question?'

'Why did you just do the same thing?' I decide to just shut up. I look straight ahead at the television and when I chance a glance toward Emily, we both burst out laughing.

'I guess we've both got a bit of five-year-old in us, eh?'

'Guess so.' She says in between giggles. Once we've settled down I realize that she's chosen Finding Nemo. Really? Well, I guess it's alright. Besides, I think it's adorable that Emily actually chose this in particular out of her massive film collection.

'Finding Nemo?' I ask, just out of curiosity as to why she chose to watch this.

'Yeah, I think it's adorable.'

'Just like you.' Shit, that one was supposed to stay in my head. I turn what I'm sure is a rather impressive shade of red. I've never blushed so much in my life as when I'm with Emily.

'Thanks Naoms. Now shut up and watch the film please.'

'Yes ma'am.' I realize that me and Emily are sitting as closely as possible without actually touching. I don't like it. I reach out and grab her hand, intertwining our fingers. She peels her eyes away from the movie long enough to shoot me a smile.

The next thing I know, I am opening my eyes to a blue-screened television. I feel Emily's head on top of mine, our hands still clasped between us. We must've both fallen asleep. Well, this is becoming exceedingly uncomfortable, so I'm going to have to wake Emily up. I sit myself up, gently letting her head fall on my shoulder.

'Emily.' I shake her a bit. Her eyes pop open before her lids droop lazily.

'I'm tired, Naomi. Just let me sleep.'

'No can do, Ems. Lets go. You'll thank me in the morning.'

'Carry me.' She reaches her arms in the air for me to lift her.

'Emily, you can walk, come on.'

'Please, Naoms.' If this is indicative of how our relationship is going to be, I'm not sure I like it. And by that I mean me not being able to tell Emily no.

'Alright, up you go.' I lift her up, wedding style. Her arms go around my neck loosely. Jesus. 'You're gonna have to hold on a little tighter, babe.' Her arms tighten infinitesimally. I sigh. I guess I'm doing all the work here.

I manage to get her up the stairs and drop her not-so-gently onto our bed. Well, I might as well call it our bed, I sleep in it every night. This isn't exactly how I envisioned our night ending. I was at least hoping for a kiss. Oh well, maybe I'll get one tomorrow. I decide to just slip in next to Emily who instantaneously wraps her arms around my waist and puts her head in my neck. I kiss the top of her head.

'Night, Ems.' I don't get an answer, so I assume she's sleeping already.

I wake up to a still sleeping Emily. If sleeping was an Olympic sport, Emily would be a gold medalist. I always wake up at least ten minutes before her which I spend just watching her sleep. When I put it like that it sounds rather creepy. Oh well, I don't care if it is. She's gorgeous.

I've been awake for about fifteen minutes when Emily starts to wake up. Her eyes open and I can breathe easier just by looking into her eyes.

'Hey you.' I say.

'Hey.' She says, looking sheepish.

'Alright, Ems?'

'I'm sorry about last night. That isn't exactly how I expected it to end.' I let out a chuckle and she just blushed.

'It's okay, Em. It was cute.'

'Right.'

'Breakfast?'

'Of course.'

After a nice breakfast, cooked by Emily, we are sitting on her front porch. She has one of those porch swings. We are sat cuddled up together rocking gently back and forth, cups of coffee in hand. This is another thing I love about Emily. I feel comfortable just being with her; no awkward silences.

'I'm going to go see Karen today. She'll probably be rather angry considering I've skipped work a lot in the last week.'

'Do you want me to go with you?' She looks at me, surprise gracing her features.

'You would do that?'

'Of course I would. So?'

'Yeah, course I want you to come. But we're bringing someone else along as well.'

'Who, Cook?'

'No. I'm going to tell my sister.'

Note: Right, so, review, please and thank you. Suggestions, criticisms, praises, all that jazz. I've been working on my summer reading unhappily, but it has to be done. So, updates may be more sporadic. I mean it this time!